Friday, September 16, 2005
Little pieces in the way, creating clutter.
Little pieces of my soul (on fire) set out on display.
Magnified a thousand times to me - I guess you see?
Little pieces on tables and walls, collecting dust.
I scrubbed them all, but time won't come out of the crevices.
Collected emotions that I felt yesterday.
Collected in the crevices, days of inspiration, hours of lost worlds.
A focus no one knows of, a temporary lapse of reality.
I am reminded of someone I don't always know.
It is me.